The Arrival of the Phoenix of Versatile Mage

"My child, call my true name across the river, and summon your main soul to return to your true body." The man wearing the mask of the Underworld King of Hell, beside a pale young man, softly chanted a spell. He has a cold face, sharp angles, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a strand of long pale hair on his temples. The long, light red and white hair is bound by a valuable ribbon, and his slender body lies in a thousand-year-old crystal coffin. Behind the masked man, there were more than a dozen people half-kneeling in black robes and little ghost masks on their faces. They all spoke together: "We are waiting for the arrival of the Holy Son."